Undoubtedly we live in a society that has cultivated and manipulated the minds of African- American women, leaving them with a false sense of beauty. From actresses to cover girls and even video vixens, the mainstream display of beauty is vague and ethnically biased .
In an attempt to forge identities out of these portrayals many sistas have lost or never gained sight of the innate beauty they possess.
There can be no truer beauty than the real you.
As a teenager, I often encountered many girls who claimed to be Cherokee in attempts to disguise the fact that they had purchased and sewn into their own beautifully nappy heads the hair of some strange animal or person that they never met.
I don’t understand the revelation that just because you purchased it, it’s yours.
Buying books doesn’t make you smart, but reading (and comprehending) them does.
There is something about the unadulterated appearance and texture of natural hair.
This developed my appreciation for women with natural hair.
It’s appealing. It adds character, individuality and self-confidence.
It’s irresistible to touch and satisfying to see.
Wearing your hair natural speaks volume of heritage and culture that has been stolen, processed and sold back in small packages, with various lengths and redefined textures.
My intentions are not to attack those who indulge in the synthetic brand of store bought beauty.
My goal is to encourage sistas to look in the mirror and realize their beauty.
This realization might ignite a passionate flame that can redefine beauty standards.
It can combat negative stereotype associated with the hair texture many resent.
Afros, locks, twists and other natural hairstyles are urban tiaras on the heads of empresses.
Natural hair conveys inextricable poise and self-worth.
One’s decision to wear an alternative hairstyle is not in any way a forfeiture of ethnic royalty.
Whether you decide to emulate Lady Gaga or Lady of Rage is your choice, though I would ardently encourage you to consider the latter.
To those bold beautiful women who have already chosen to proudly wear their tiaras, rock on with yo’ bad self.